Paranoid Fu Shao's heart

Chapter 242 Sangsang, don't you know how to be spicy?
It was Fu Shihan.

He glanced at the computer on the table, and her gesture of keeping answering the phone.

There was no expression on the man's face, and he stepped forward: "Whose phone is it?"

He hasn't seen a girl in contact with others for a long time, and the reasons for this are him.

Luosang hung up the phone first, hesitated for a moment, and answered truthfully: "Li Shennian."

Fu Shihan's eyes turned cold, his knuckles curled up and clenched into fists.

"He's come to the capital, I'll look for him tomorrow." Luosang paused, his gaze met the man's cold eyes: "Is that okay?"

Fu Shihan let go of his clenched fist, and said calmly, "Yes."

Luosang glanced at the man's plain face, pursed his lips and said, "I will keep a distance from him."

He suppressed his emotions deep in his eyes, unable to figure it out, "Go downstairs to eat."

"Okay." Luosang followed him downstairs.

At the dinner table, Fu Jiangli sat down first, and the servants put all the dishes made by Xu Zhaorong on the table.

When Xu Zhaorong saw Luosang and the other two coming, the corners of her eyes turned up: "Come here, Sangsang, you stay on my side." Usually she always eats with Fu Jiangli, it's weird.

After pulling Luosang to sit down, she took off the apron on her body and gave it to the servant next to her, and then pointed out: "Shi Han, sit by your father's side."

Fu Shihan frowned, pulled up a chair, and sat directly on Luosang's right hand.

Xu Zhaorong: "..."

Xu Zhaorong was the first to pick up the serving chopsticks, and began to pick up vegetables in Luosang's bowl, and then picked up a few pieces of meat, and put them in her bowl continuously: "Sangsang, eat more, this table is all made by me .”

Luo Sang paused for a second: "Okay."

She didn't know how to communicate with Fu Shihan's parents, and she responded politely to what they said.

Fu Jiangli glanced at Luosang, his eyes were full of indifference, then his eyes fell on Xu Zhaorong, and he slowed down a bit: "You don't need to eat?"

Xu Zhaorong added spicy and spicy meat to his own bowl, and then gracefully picked up the bowl, took a bite, and was so spicy that the dishes he made made tears come out.

Fu Jiangli poured a glass of water and handed it to her.

Xu Zhaorong drank two sips of water and relieved a bit.

Turning his head, he saw the girl next to him, chewing on the thing he had given her not long ago, with a calm expression, and then swallowed it.

Xu Zhaorong sniffed: "Sangsang, don't you know how to be spicy?"

Luosang couldn't eat anymore, so he shook his head, not wanting to talk, but after a while, he still said, "It's not spicy."

Xu Zhaorong wanted to cry but had no tears: "Okay."

Neither of the two men at the table spoke.

Fu Shihan frowned, watching the girl continue eating in silence.

Fu Jiangli put down his chopsticks and put on disposable gloves. After peeling the shells of the shrimps, one shrimp was peeled neatly, then he put it aside and continued with the other one.

Xu Zhaorong glanced at it, and immediately said: "Hanhan, peel some shrimps for Sangsang."

Fu Shihan didn't respond, but picked up the disposable gloves at hand, and impassively did the same action as his father: peeling the shrimp.

Luosang stared at his unhurried movements.

After 1 minute, several pieces were peeled off.

Afterwards, Fu Shihan put the plate of those shrimps in front of Luosang.

Luosang took a look and stretched out the chopsticks in his hand.

Xu Zhaorong stopped her: "Sangsang, you dip in my special dipping sauce."

Luosang obediently touched it.

Xu Zhaorong watched her eat it, and asked next to her: "How is it, what does it taste like, is it good?"

(End of this chapter)